--The XI Apostles--

"Distant Thunder rolled through a far flung sky as crowds silently watched as a dark procession slowly poured through the city gate, following The Great Road westward as it snakes and disappears behind distant mountains. Rattling incessantly, endless scores of once living soldiers creaked down the ancient stone causeway, their grim chant being the distinct sound of bone scraping upon the weathered stone. Among them, proud cavalrymen galloped along, bearing tarnished breastplates, with pristine warbanners flowing behind them in the cool breeze before the storm. Then, we saw it. Just as it turned the corner by Axuul's Plaza: a magnificent black chariot, the size of a building, drawn by a cavalcade of undead stallions. Atop it towered an armored figure cloaked in undulating shadow. No, not even shadow, not merely the absence of light, unlight it was. The General stood motionless, perched like a great bird of prey, ready to swoop. It's visage struck cold terror into our hearts, leaving us unable to move or speak. Yet out gaze was locked upon him, until finally, Herod spoke in a tiny voice:

'its true then, one of them is marching in the campaign, poor bastards'

--Excerpt from the memoirs of Quintus Hux (cca 712 pc)

Type

Geopolitical, Theocracy